GTM - Wil$on

Since a Lil one all I ever heard was worry bout your bread

Stick your head up in a book you’ll never worry bout your meds

The hoes flock to commas, broke niggas basically dead

Avoid the led real niggas getting dollars instead

You can be whatever you choose, what a lawyer, doctor

Live on the top floor right by the helicopters

Feel like my whole life I been avoiding choppers

Even when I wasn’t wrong get harrassed by coppers

But that can all change if I work hard

Might even get a white picket fence with a guard dog

And leave my kids a savings not a debt when I die

Heard they selling dreams tell me where the fuck can I buy

They told me get to the money

Get get to the money

Get get to the money yall

They told me get to the money

Get get to the money

Get get to the money yall

Nice Car

Nice Broads

I swear to God you can have it all

They told me get to the money

Get get to the money

Get get to the money yall

Stay hungry, stay full of shit, Steve Jobs

They dont get it say im nuts, pecan

It doesnt matter they ain’t on the shit I be on

See its just not in my blood to whip a Nissan

I see these rappers losing drive getting popped tires

Been told no a thousand times still im not tired

Invest in myself yeah my stocks higher

Clumsy with the flow all I do is drop fire

Won’t be long until the money shows

When it comes I’ll prolly blow it like a runny nose

Cop a Tesla cuz ive always wanted one of those

And buy a house in the woods where nobody goes

I see the critics getting upset

Thats how you know when your up next

I put in work cuz thats all I know of

Me and Wil$on on some Saudi shit, watch us blow up

Croosh